How to fix a broken poet

Give me a pen and stop me

from killing myself.
Let the ink flow through
the veins of the paper
and the blood flow through mine.
Lead me to my words and
you will find me among friends.
Here you may leave me unaccompanied.
I wont hurt myself among them.
Neither will they let me.
In time, introduce me to a thought.
I like making new friends.
Well discuss new possibilities
and none of them will be morbid.
Promise.
By now, the endorphins should be back
and playing around, like Smurfs.
But, just to be sure, keep a memory
on my nightstand.
So the next time I cant find a pen
Ill know where to find you.
14.06.2009